Jak Tripper - Tar Man lyrics

(There has got to be some kind of explanations that have to do with another science, certainly nothing that we know about. And I think that other science is in the area of Parapsychology.) He was the son of man, son in tan, son of a czar tar man Bleeding arm bands with pulsating arm glands Vegas showroom, opiate charm, Owl Farm fan In an armed ranch, charge the heart, reboot Not the phone, spores on 4G boost Poppy pod, somniferum, morphine use Opiate induced, fluorine tubes Hand tied to mollies, we all jumped, died hydro roxy Cut died on oxys Rhino doc, I came back toxic in the form of a line of pox seeds Wrinkles in my scalp from time on Cropsey Typewriter by a window, disheveled fried on pot leaf Blunt guts, replicate Persian rugs, blueprints and pot seeds Cooked soda and stove top heat I stash styles like vials and stone washed jeans I'm in hoes, coke blondies Surrounded by b**hes higher than Hole's Blondie Jak who cares? Nobody Hell bat, I'm bat sh** Flushed out, nothing held back Drugs spell Jak My mouth microwave codones and gel caps Cops came in my garage and smelled gats Found me slumped over the belt strap My body chalked in house Heawatha walk about See my fingertips through walls of molted mounds Walk on clouds Westchester psychiatric center governor walk the grounds My solo career about as successful as Walter Brown Such dope sh**, haters s** whole dick Lines burn like cut coke, up dosage Sniff crushed codones, even the ones coated Grow plants in the same dirt the guns go in I work like Japanese car factories on some Gung Ho sh**